he is a tall, rail-thin black guy wearing a dark baseball cap and a day-glo orange safety vest so the cars will see him, and he's stepping off the curb to push a shopping cart full of bottles and cans across Shattuck.
i am the motorcyclist, kind of in a hurry, but naturally i stop.
he is surprised that i have stopped. he waves, flashes me the peace sign, and a big grin. i smile and nod. he's way on my left, so i could have just sped through the intersection, no danger to him, and been long gone before he reached my side of the street; but i've given him respect, i realize as i wait. he cannot see my face, which is likely shadowed by the motorcycle helmet, so he gives me the peace sign a second time, to make sure i see his appreciation.
i nod more vigorously than before, and wave.
he cannot see how much i appreciate his appreciation.
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